Chapter 41 Is Anyone Here?

"Alright, Sect Master Ye, it is getting late, and we did not come here for idle chatter. Hurry up and take us to see my good disciple; I truly have a great deal to say to him!" Taoist Sanmu paid no more attention to Daoist Yunfang, and pulling the Ye Sect Master by the arm, he urged him to walk outside.

"Shameless coward, only knowing how to launch sneak attacks. If you have the nerve, show your face and meet me." Although he was completely immobilized, Night Soul still refused to spare the person who had ambushed him with harsh words.

Whenever I hardened my heart to teach her a lesson, she would look at me with pleading eyes. Her dark pupils were exceptionally large, almost filling her entire eyes—pitch-black, bright, and brimming with innocence. My heart would invariably soften, the wrongdoings would be brushed aside, and my old habit would flare up again and again.

This was starting to get interesting. Both were aggressively sharp methods of attack; it all boiled down to whose blade was sharper.

No wonder you knew how to exploit the flaws in True Immortal Bailing's Golden Core, and no wonder the moment I began channeling my energy to heal Bailing, it triggered the self-detonation of her Golden Core.

"Now, I shall announce the rules!" That fellow covered in rings shook the microphone, causing the clothes hanging from it to sway back and forth.

"Let's go outside and talk. Don't disturb Brother Ying's rest." Fearing that Chen Yuanyuan's emotions might spin out of control, Yang Sisi forcibly dragged her out.

As it turned out, ever since Dugu Yun had been virtually crippled by Gao Mingyuan back in Dalin, it had taken him a very long time to recover. During that period, he had cultivated several times within the spiritual energy springs of Xintan just to barely restore his cultivation to the Fifth Grade of Innate Realm.

While Long Xueyun was speaking, the other Golden Core experts who had been smashed into the depths of the earth also burst out one after another, converging by Long Xueyun's side.

Wang Yuantian gazed at the stele while slowly pacing along the corridor of the hall. When he reached the back of the stele, he suddenly discovered that there were actually inscriptions carved on the reverse side as well.

The door stood wide open as a group of people swarmed in. The man leading them, dressed in casual wear, dropped to his knees with a thud and crawled to within two meters of Wu Fan.

The handsome youths and beautiful maidens looked at Long Qingchen in astonishment; receiving praise from the Lord of the Suspended City was exceedingly rare and could be considered a supreme honor.

Dozens of dark figures converged from all directions, speeding rapidly toward the air-raid shelter, numbering at least twenty-odd people.

Wang Yuan also went over cheerfully to take a look. The price was indeed not low, amounting to more than half a year's living expenses in the army for him.

"Perhaps, on Earth, there truly exist extraordinary individuals or super-powers, only these people masquerade as magicians to deceive the public!" Huang Xiaotian made a bold guess. If that were indeed the case, cultivators and demons might also exist on Earth.

The person who had spoken just moments before turned around and glared fiercely at Xu Mo, then looked at Wang Linglong. After all, Wang Linglong was his superior. Only after receiving a subtle nod from Wang Linglong did he wave his hand, signaling the men pinning down the young man to release him.

"You need to think this through carefully. Working in Guanggzhou is very grueling, and it is far from home. Your parents will worry too much," Wu Fan said.

Therefore, he had been lurking in the shadows all these days, constantly tempering his cultivation and occasionally slaying fierce beasts to augment the power of his blood pellet.

Zhang Cuishan, who had fled into the forest, felt a wave of relief wash over him upon seeing that no one was pursuing him. Suddenly, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness entirely.

The Taoist did not continue, but Tian Xue understood his meaning completely. It was nothing more than the prediction that this year would be Mengyao's greatest tribulation, and if things went poorly, her life might be in peril.

They realized right then that Zhan Xiao's anger had yet to dissipate. Abandoning any thoughts of private messaging and casting aside their pride, they offered profuse apologies to Zhan Xiao in the server's public chat.

Early-singing birds chanted loudly in the dawn of early summer. Their trembling calls sounded much like someone savoring the essence of romance, quietly tasting spring tea alone in a lonely, dim corner.

"To be able to seal away so many powerhouses—just how immensely powerful must the one who laid the seal have been?!" Duan Yu's heart was filled with unprecedented shock at that moment; Duan Wolf's words had opened the door to an entirely new world for him.

The people inside the ancestral hall exchanged glances, looking at one another, yet not a single word passed their lips.

"Look at me properly," Yun Que smiled, revealing a row of sharp, pointed fangs from within her blood-red lips.

Although it was their first meeting, Lei Dachui felt an inexplicable fondness for the Sovereign of Hidden Dragon, simply feeling that he was worthy of the utmost respect.

Although the Imperial Demon Sword Formation employed the eight trigrams layout of the dark side for both defense and offense, its variations were virtually infinite.

"Since Big Brother Langri likes it, I will go fetch some more sandalwood incense." Xiuxuan smiled gently, smoothing out the bedding for Langri.

He raised his hand, intending to strike Wen Qingwei across the face with a slap, executing the motion with practiced ease as if such an action were entirely commonplace for him.

As Xiuxuan stepped forward, the swastika symbol upon his chest began to glow, instantly filling the gloomy room with a brilliant golden radiance. Xiuxuan chanted quietly under his breath. Yi Zhi suddenly seemed to lose all his strength; he let out a sharp cry of alarm and loosened his grip, causing the Taoist to crash heavily onto the ground.

Following years of explosive success in the film market, the Wang brothers, who had profited immensely, actually possessed sufficient financial resources to buy back the equity held by TOM. However, at that time, the Wang brothers' stake had already reached a staggering seventy percent. Buying back TOM's shares would have made their ownership structure overly concentrated, which would be detrimental to future IPO operations.

That very evening, to welcome the arrival of their dearest friends, the Takechi clan pulled out all the stops with a high-specification welcoming ceremony. To Mizuki, the initial impression felt somewhat akin to a lively bonfire party.

Such deep and irreconcilable enmity naturally filled him with boundless hatred toward Zhuo Qingyi and Mu Bai, the culprits behind it all, making him wish he could tear them limb from limb.

The Pistons were also old rivals of Sun Zhuo; they understood his strength thoroughly and would never allow Sun Zhuo to treat this playoff series as a mere training exercise. Chauncey Billups and Rasheed Wallace had made extensive preparations, plunging this opening game of the series into a grueling battle right from the start.

The fat man's teacup was not made of porcelain, but carved from high-grade marble. Its texture was extremely hard, rivaling even solid granite; even striking it with a hammer would require considerable effort. Yet the opponent had crushed the cup effortlessly, as easily as pinching an egg.

The illuminated screen displayed Andy Lau's profile picture alongside the caller ID "Andy." Chen Daoming smiled, gently sliding his finger across the screen from left to right to unlock it, and answered the call.